No telephone in heaven    (intro)

 

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1. “Now I can't wait on, baby”, the smiling merchant said,

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    as he stooped and softly toyed with his golden curly head.

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    “I want to call up mamma”, came the answer full and free,

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    “will you telephone and ask her when she's coming back to me.”

 

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“My child”,  the merchant murmured as he stroked the anxious brow,

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“no telephone connection, where your mother lives at now.”

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“No telephone in heaven?” and a tear sprang in her eyes.

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“I thought God had everything with him up in the sky.”

 

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2. “Tell her that I get so lonesome, that I don't know what to do,

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    and papa cries so much I guess, he must be lonesome too.

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    Tell her to come to baby, ‘cause at night I get so 'fraid,

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    with no one there to kiss me, when the lights begin to fade.”

 

+ CHORUS

 

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3. All through the day I want her since my dolly's got so sore,

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    with the awful punching brother give it with his little sword.

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    There ain’t no one to fix it since mamma's gone away,

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     and poor little lonesome dolly's getting thinner every day.

 

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(orig. = capo 3rd)       (The Carter Family)